In the quiet dawn, she rises,
Weaving light with gentle hands,
Her spirit, a tapestry of dreams,
Crafted in whispers of time.
She dances through shadows of doubt,
Her laughter, a beacon in the night,
With every step, she carves a path,
In the world, she leaves her light.
Her heart, a well of endless depth,
Overflowing with love and fire,
She nurtures life with tender strength,
A testament to her desire.
In her eyes, a universe resides,
Stories of courage and grace unfold,
The essence of womanhood, profound and wise,
A legacy of strength untold.